ClarityWind

The Radiant Coast certainly lived up to its name as the sunlight almost appeared to shine off of almost every surface. From the brilliant turquoise rippling waves lapping at the golden or rocky shores, to the various vegetation which hugged cliff sides and crowned rocky outcrops; even the air itself appeared to be brighter here somehow. The world was alive with activity; seabirds gliding up ahead, fish and the occasional larger aquatic life casting shimmering shadows beneath the waters surface, various animals rummaged around on land. Rippling Waters took in a deep breath, savoring the wonderful sea breeze and the scents contained within it - his vibrant cyan and white pelt also appearing to glow in the warmth of the seaside sun. Opening his eyes, Rippling Waters appreciated the horizon and the various rocky outcrops and islands which broke up the line. Gravel crunching behind him caused a curious ear to flicker, and a smile creep onto his face. "Ah, Gideon and Kree'kal! Welcome. I

The golden fields famous in the plains of Mireh swayed softly in the breeze; the winds position given away by the waving golden plants which adorned the hillsides. This wind was the perfect medium to carry growls of pain and loud, exasperated "Oh please hold still!". Beneath a large ancient pillar, an odd sight to behold as a large brown Greater Emperor was being tended to by a trio of Xunari, native to the planet on which Gideon had found himself. "Please!" Gideon growled, barely able to hold back his urge to bite the healers who aimed to aid the dragon. "Be gentle!" This earned him a stern look from the lead physician, Quetzalcoatl - a large purple Tsabhua who had quite enough of the wriggling and squirming of her dramatic patient. "If you would only hold still, this would hurt much less." Gidoen sighed in defeat, throwing his head back down onto the soft golden grasses as he braced for the inevitable shot of pain to quickly follow. He was proven right as a sharp sensation caused

Kree'kal became excited the closer to the Healing Shrine they got, knowing that the materials they had gathered would last quite some time and help many who needed it. Her wings gradually became tired with the additional weight and strain of carrying Gideon back to the Shrine to deliver both the ingredients as well as Gideon as a patient. Nicely enough, Kran'dok had slowed her own flight to be not too far ahead so that they may all fly together in the cold alpine air. It was dark before the trio had begun their descent to the small town surrounding the nearest Healing Shrine. Here was slightly warmer than the frozen mountains they had been exploring previously - warm enough that snow had melted away and some grasses and frost tolerant flowers lined the streets and minimal snow was found in gutters and shaded spots. Kree'kal gently set down Gideon, albeit a little awkwardly, and landed a short distance away to begin the walk to The Healing Shrine of the town. "How are you fairing?"

"Ugh, why must we be digging around in the cold!? Why can we not just, I do not know, just pick berries or something." Gideon groaned, his paws starting to feel numb despite the wraps designed to keep the worst of the chill out. The snow beneath their feet hiding sharp rocks, dirt and sometimes, solid ice. "Because someone" Kran'dok growled as the ground beneath her as if it were prey "had to go ahead and get himself injured by rushing into a dungeon ill prepared." She lifted her head, shooting Gideon a fierce glare. She was more worried about him than she would care to admit, so instead channeled her concern into frustration. "Kran'dok, that is enough please." Kree'kal pleaded. "Your frustration is not helping us any. And Gideon, you know very well why we are here." She started, softly. "This is one of the only places we can find materials for healing salves - salves I must add that you are in need of." "Yeah, well, is it really my fault? I mean, who would not want to explore a new

The sand had barely settled around the group before Spen started coughing and waving her arms about in exasperation. "Well, that is just great now is it not?" the anger in her voice was palpable "What the hell were you thinking, Ma'groth!" she turned her anger onto her dark bodied companion. This warranted a grunt from the older male Belemoid as he slowly picked himself up off the sand covered but rocky floor. "What? And you were standing so far away from the ledge too, huh?" he growled back, in no mood to be scolded by a youngling when covered by the Issiq sands that had followed them down into the cavern. His retort caused Spen to shut her mouth abruptly. He was not wrong in suggesting that she had also approached a bit too close to the edge, aiding in causing the landslide which landed them inside the cavern they were investigating from above. "Yeah, well.." "Spen, please." Sahara cut her off, resting a paw on her friend. "There is no use in squabbling down here." "The